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Feb 2014
My broken soul like shattered glass,
The Sharp and Stabbing emotions won’t pass.
You can see it in my eyes I'm Dead on the inside,
No Love, No Lust, not Even Envy or Pride.
I tried…

So tired, so broken never to change,
Cold and Careless spreading like mange.
Dark, Black diseased is my heart,
And your responsible for this in no small part.

It was always about you even when you said it was false,
The highs the lows but still a killers steady pulse.
But actually it was never your choice to live life through me,
Now all you've done is **** the child inside who was so full of glee.
The caged Bird died… not free…

Are you pleased with yourself and are you Happy inside,
It hurt like hell you selfish ***** so much so I've not even cried.
I'm angry as sin and I want no part of it any more,
I'm not interested to know what happens behind that closed door.
It’s not my place to beg and to plead,
But it’s about time the warnings you heed.

I know it was not meant what you did and you said,
But now the sleepless nights meet me in bed.
The sun doesn't shine and there’s no silver lining,
The water is cold and so uninviting.
No warmth on my skin I've died deep down,
The water is cold and I'm ready to drown.

I've crashed and I've burnt and I've become a worthless mess,
I'm twitchy and nervous in perpetual distress.
I've got no direction and I don’t really care,
I've run out of love and I don’t want to share.

I tried…
No Love, No Lust, not Even Envy or Pride,
You can see it in my eyes I'm Dead on the inside.
The Sharp and Stabbing emotions won’t pass,
My broken soul like shattered glass.
Michael-Kent Dobison
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